About Me

Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Rocking the Pink Harnesses...

Well. Not so much. The harnesses definitely cramped their style. Gertie was oh, so, needy of a friend who'd carry her.

Distance covered? Pups or people carrying pups? Former, yards, latter, 1/4 mile. BTW things on the trail, like rocks, sticks, and who knows what are fascinating to Beagle pups. The first few feet of the trip was rich with new experiences.